Horse herb legs around
and a fungus
rots the remains of elm root
This Will Darken the Cabin
Halfway through my plate of tiger prawns
Robert Redford returns from the cockpit tour.
Such a face he says. Were you this soulful as a child?
Love, Yr Exiled Son
Dear Mom,
Where I am the sky
is not. Away
Grown-Up with Dog
I have been dog-loving my whole life. I was born with an innate urge to hug dogs the way some people hug trees or piles of money.
Ziti Motlog
This story takes place in a garden. I have great affection for gardens, and this one was no exception. It was more of a backyard than a garden, but it had a number of mature crab apple trees flaunting vivid pink blossoms. Beneath the back porch light, daffodils were rioting; my hostess’s young guests were beautiful and eager to get drunk.
The Song of America
I’m raising my child to become the end of rotting,
and to expose the lushness of the cemetery moth.
I’m raising my child to know the difference between the two sunsets:
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